In the bottle of flavors of life, it can be said that there are mixed feelings, including sweet, sour, bitter...all kinds of tastes.

But what does it feel like to be honest?

That time, I got a taste of that.

I remember that it was in the third grade. I answered the math test with confidence and rechecked it hastily. I felt that there were no more problems, so I handed in the paper.

Who knows, after class, I paired the answers I copied down during the exam with my classmates, and they... "The third question is 6, right?" "Yes." "The next question is 84." "No, maybe you calculated it.

Wrong, it’s 72. "...What should I do?

Did I make a bet with my father before the exam?

What if you don't have 100 points?

I was extremely anxious.

The next day, the teacher finished marking all the test papers and started handing out the test papers.

I looked anxiously at the group leaders who were handing out test papers. Suddenly, Xiaojun ran up to me holding a stack of test papers and said, "Xiaoxin, congratulations, you got 100 points!" He put the test paper in my hand.

on the table.

I was very surprised. I looked at her and thought to myself, how could I get 100 points?

When I looked at the test paper, wow!

I really got 100 points!

Looking at the test paper again, there was a big bright red hook on the wrong question!

Let’s look at other people’s answers. They are completely different from mine!

Then the teacher corrected my test paper wrongly!

But that bright red 100 points is so tempting!

Because it can be exchanged for a lot of snacks and praise from others!

Maybe it can also be exchanged for the desire to travel during this winter vacation.

But look at this "100" score, those two "0"s really look like a pair of big stern eyes, as if to say: "You are a 'three good students', and you must not come back with unreal results!" School is over.

, when I walked out of the school gate, the sky was gray, with lightning and thunder, as if criticizing me, and the birds stopped singing, as if they hated me.

There seemed to be two villains quarreling in my heart: "Don't tell the teacher. If you tell the teacher, your 100 points and the food tour will be ruined!" said one villain.

"No, no, you must tell the teacher. You are a 'three good students', you cannot lie to the teacher, and you must be an honest and good child." The two villains were arguing endlessly, which made me feel confused.

Finally, I decided to change the grade back to the teacher tomorrow.

The next day, I came to the teaching office with heavy steps... "97" points. This is my real score. Although I no longer have food, honors and travel plans, I have honesty.

"One cannot live without integrity." I remember a foreign writer once said.

right!

One cannot be dishonest.

Although it has been many years since this incident, it reminds me of it all the time.

I'm proud of myself because I'm honest.